The Floor And The Ceiling Poem

Laughing and shouting edgar albert guest up to the ceiling.

The floor and the ceiling poem. Bigger than daddy and bigger than mother. Who could be doubting the love in his eyes. Up to the ceiling is wonderful fun. Books to the ceiling by arnold lobel.

And calling for more. How i need them. The floor and the ceiling were happy together in a quaint little house on the outskirts of town with the floor looking up and the ceiling looking down. Only a laddie but bigger than brother.

How i love them. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. I have not yet experienced a full stack of books that reaches the ceiling because it makes reading them harder. I ll have a long beard by the time i read them.

Who could be doubting. The floor bought the ceiling an ostrich plumed hat and they dined upon drippings of bacon fat diced artichoke hearts and cottage cheese and hundreds of other such delicacies. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Books to the ceiling books to the sky my piles of books are a mile high.

Up to the ceiling. Up to the ceiling and down to the floor hear him now squealing and calling for more. Laughing and shouting away up he cries. At 7 00 am alarm goes off boom madame gets out of bed puts on her deep sea divers boots and stomps across my ceiling to megaphone the kids awake.